The Tycoon's Scandalous Proposition. Miranda Lee

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Название The Tycoon's Scandalous Proposition
Автор произведения Miranda Lee
Жанр Контркультура
Серия Mills & Boon Modern
Издательство Контркультура
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isbn 9781474072144



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best of friends—especially those of the same sex. Rivalry and jealousy often raised their ugly heads, making true friendship impossible. His own brother was a case in point. James had always been jealous of him, despite there being absolutely no need. James was the firstborn son, after all, and his parents’ favourite—especially since he’d followed in his mother and father’s footsteps to become a doctor, like them.

      On the other hand Blake had been regarded as the black sheep of the family since he hadn’t even gone to university, since he’d done something considered very left field by embracing the entertainment world—first as a DJ, then shooting music videos for a couple of years before finally plunging full-time into making low-budget independent movies.

      Both his parents and his brother had given him dire warnings about his future. And Blake found it telling that now he’d made it big they were all hurtfully silent on the subject of his success. Blake had used to let it bother him, but he no longer cared. Or so he told himself. They all had small minds, in his opinion, James the smallest of them all.

      Blake rarely saw his family these days, only visiting at Christmas and on special occasions. Now that he’d moved to Los Angeles to live and work he suspected he might not even do that. Just send the occasional card. He no longer kept in contact through social media or email, nor with phone calls, having resolved not to give them any further opportunity to deliver snide remarks about his lifestyle or his movies. Which they did, if given the opportunity.

      Blake had no evidence that Kate’s sister had just made some kind of nasty remark to her except for the look on her face. But that wasn’t jealousy he was seeing in her expressive blue eyes. It was hurt. And dismay.

      Why her unhappiness bothered him so much he could not fathom. He’d never been a particularly empathetic soul. Perhaps it was because he found her attractive and didn’t like the idea of there being some hidden impediment which would hinder his pursuing his interest in her. Whatever the reason, Blake resolved not to rest until he’d solved the mystery of that unhappiness.

      And it was a mystery. Because on the surface of things Kate had nothing to be unhappy about. She was gorgeous! Okay, she didn’t have the in-your-face blonde beauty of her sister. But she was still highly desirable.

      Of course being physically attractive was no guarantee of happiness. Maybe she was unhappy because she was still unmarried, despite being the older sister. Though not much older, surely. Blake knew Lachlan’s bride was only twenty-three, which made Kate what? Twenty-five? Twenty-six, maybe? Hardly a marital use-by date in this day and age.

      ‘Get with the programme, Blake,’ Lachlan said, grabbing his nearest elbow. ‘We have to sign the marriage certificate.’

      As the groom ushered him over to where the paperwork had been set up on a side table Blake cast a surreptitious glance back at Kate. She seemed to have gathered herself, and her expression was not wretched any longer. It was, however, utterly devoid of emotion once more—a totally blank mask. How on earth did she manage that? When he was upset everyone knew about it. He didn’t throw tantrums, exactly, but his face always reflected his feelings—as did his voice.

      He watched her watching the happy couple sign the register, but her eyes betrayed nothing now. Which was telling in itself.

      When it was their turn to step forward as witnesses, he waved for her to go first. After throwing him a closed look, she picked up one of the provided pens and signed quickly, with only the slightest tremor in her hand. He glanced at her signature before he signed his own name.

      Kate Holiday, he read, and realised that until that moment he hadn’t known the bride’s surname. So of course he hadn’t known Kate’s. He’d never met the bride’s parents either, or anyone else in her family. Strange, really, given he was the best man.

      Blake wondered all of a sudden why Lachlan had asked him to be his best man. He would have thought a young Aussie male with his looks and personality would have had at least one best mate—a pal he’d gone to school with or studied at NIDA with.

      Obviously not. Either that or he preferred someone famous to stand by his side at his wedding. A celebrity. Lachlan was very much into celebrity.

      It hadn’t occurred to Blake until that moment that he was being used—that this wedding was little more than a publicity stunt, with a trophy bride, a glamorous Sydney setting and a rich and famous best man. Lachlan was no better than Claudia, really.

      Whilst the thought did bring a sour note to the proceedings Blake knew he would have the last laugh. Because in actual fact Lachlan wasn’t so great an actor, and his range was decidedly limited. Once he was seduced by the big boys in Hollywood and started making movies that weren’t tailored to his specific brand of looks and charm his career might very well sink like a stone. Major studios were very unforgiving once the box office results rolled in. Lachlan’s past successes in Blake’s movies would not carry him for ever.

      A slight smirk curved his top lip as he put his signature to the marriage certificate. It was still there when he put the pen down and turned to face his intriguing partner.

      ‘So, Kate Holiday,’ he said, doing his best to hide his underlying irritation, ‘we haven’t been properly introduced. But I dare say you know who I am.’

      ‘Yes, of course I do,’ Kate said. ‘Lachlan has spoken of you a lot.’

      ‘Well, you have one up on me, then—because he’s told me nothing about you.’

      She seemed quite taken aback. ‘You mean he’s never mentioned that we were students together at NIDA? We were in the same class,’ she went on, obviously peeved. ‘We graduated together last year.’

      ‘Sorry. He’s never mentioned it,’ he told her, doing his best to get his head around this news.

      Kate was an actress! Who would have believed it? Still, it went some way to explaining her ability to hide her emotions. Though she wasn’t hiding them at the moment. She was looking decidedly upset. On his part, he was just perplexed.

      Why hadn’t Lachlan told him that his future sister-in-law had been at NIDA with him? He knew Blake held an enormous respect for their graduates. On top of that, he was always on the lookout for fresh talent—especially actors with Kate’s unique and very interesting face.

      He wondered if Lachlan was jealous of her acting talent. That would be just like him. He would hate anyone to steal his thunder. Narcissistic devil!

      ‘All I know is that you’re Maddie’s older sister,’ he admitted. ‘I don’t even know how much older.’

      ‘I’m twenty-five,’ she confessed, almost as if it was a crime.

      Twenty-five was a good age for an actress, he thought. And for other things...

      Finding out that Kate was an actress didn’t dampen his desire for her in any way. If anything, it increased it—along with his sudden resolve to help her career in any way he could. Blake suspected it might not have taken off, since he’d never heard of Kate Holiday. And he would have if she’d done anything of note. Blake had his finger on the pulse where rising stars were concerned.

      Just then they were shepherded outside by the photographer—a rather officious fellow who was very full of himself.

      ‘So, what have you been in lately?’ he asked her as they trailed past the huge marquee which had been set up in the gorgeous grounds of Byron’s home. ‘Anything I might have seen?’

      ‘I doubt it,’ she said. ‘I was in a play earlier this year, but it closed rather quickly. I was brilliant, of course,’ Kate added, throwing a self-deprecating smile his way. ‘But not brilliant enough, apparently. One of the reviews said I was “very decorative”.’

      Blake laughed. ‘Which you are,’ he said. ‘Very.’

      She looked startled, her high cheekbones pinkening a little. Acting? he wondered. Or was she genuinely taken aback by his compliment? Blake decided he didn’t care either way. She enchanted him. And intrigued